This post is going to make me sound so utterly superficial and spoilt, but here goes. I feel a bit embarrassed by this, but I have 3 confessions to make about travel:
1. One thing is, I am unable to rough it and prefer a certain standard when it comes to hotels. To me the room can be tiny, but at least the bathroom has to be nice. I always need to look at photos of the bathroom before I decide on a hotel. I can’t believe that when I was much younger I stayed in a room with bunk beds for 12 and you had to walk down the corridor to share the communal bathroom. Then I was not as fussy and the whole trip with my friends was so much fun. The communal thing was actually fun.
When I was a child we only stayed at super cheap seedy motels and could only afford car trips to neighbouring Malaysia. Those are the trips that I remember most fondly, because they were trips with my darling father. Once a rat ate through our luggage leaving a gaping hole. When I say seedy, I really mean seedy. Now that I am older, I have grown a lot more finicky. I am extremely hygiene and space conscious.
2. I am a lazy traveller. If I have to walk too far in the hot sun I will groan and whinge. No mountain climbing for me. I am glad I did this when I was younger and like an energizer bunny. On a Geography field trip in Bali I recall walking for hours from morning till evening over hilly terrain. But even then it was not fun. More like torture if I’m being completely honest. We were all scorched, tired and sick at the end of the gruelling trip. And I’d rather forget the ramshackle places we stayed at where in mid shower the water would go off and you could hear your classmates crying out with soap in their eyes. In one of the rooms the whole sink fell down when one of the boys leaned on it. It was pretty traumatic for him and the other boys made fun of him after the incident – poor guy! Teenagers can be so insensitive.
3. These days I hanker for burgers. Yes, I’m a Asian woman who just loves chicken burgers. Unlike me, my partner can’t go without rice and can’t understand my non-Asian cravings.
So when I was in Vietnam I had burgers at KFC twice. I know that’s terrible. I was in the land of amazing Pho and spring rolls, but the burgers were so good, because the chicken was so fresh and tastier than anything I’ve had in Singapore. Here are more photos from the Vietnam KFC where the staff are so friendly. As I was taking photos they waved and posed for me.